Operation Prinxiety (With a Side of Logicality)

Plan B (Part Two)

Roman's POV

I looked over to Virgil who was fiddling with his phone. I could see he wasn't actually doing anything on it.

We waited next to the door in an uncomfortable silence, him shifting anxiously every once in a while. Every passing second, I could see him grow even more worried.

After about half an hour of waiting, he turned to me with slight anger but more panic. 

"You know what's going on, don't you? They aren't gonna let us out, are they?"

Damn.

"I don't want to stay in here." he growled. "Tell me, if you know, if there is any way out of this. Please, we've been in here for too long. Remy is sleep. This is Remy's room. Exhaustion and anxiety do not go together, Roman! I know you know what's going on so tell me!" 

I stared at him helplessly. 

"T- they just want something out of me. Is all." 

"Then why did they trap me in here with you?!" 

"I can't tell you that." 

"WHY NOT?!" 

"It doesn't matter why." I calmly stated.

"ROMAN, JUST GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT!" he yelled. He sounded on the verge of tears. I stared him in shock while he just glared back, waiting. 

Should I just give them what they want?

Of course you should, Virgil is panicking. This could turn out very bad. Like he said, exhaustion and anxiety don't go together. Just imagine the things that are running through his tired mind.

This thought got me panicking too.

"Virgil, please, calm down. I can't give them what they want like this."

But this could ruin our relationship. This could ruin us. What if he hates me? What if he doesn't love me back? How will this effect him? How will this effect me?!

"I-" he let out a shuddering breath and swallowed. "alright. I'm sorry for yelling at you. But are we gonna get out or are they just gonna leave us here?"

I rubbed his back comfortingly. I saw him lightly blush, possibly because he was embarrassed, and he leaned into my arm.

Virgil's POV

I blushed. His touch was so soft and sweet.

Roman's POV

"Alright... in order for us to get out... I guess I'll do what they want." I stood up slowly, pulling Virgil up along with me. We stood, my hand just above his waist and his hand my shoulder. His blush grew and I could feel my own face get warm. "Virgil. I need you to listen, alright? I'll get us out. All I gotta do is..." I took a deep breath.

"Roman... you're anxious."

"What?" 

"What are you anxious about."